No One Escapes
because everyone is blinded in wanting to know where it comes from
This is a chiseling, a cutters, I whittled out of a braindump comprised of “praiseworthy” architecture.
Much obliged.
Berates for pleasures, not these things not these things themselves Look look be loosed from the body in time The flight is easy, followed by nothing no pain no pain The internals do not prepare for any of it Assume nothing hard to see the corrupt, who suffer and suffer! Some are more severe architect of trouble obliged to refuse The most troublesome troubles There is no gallantry, leading the way Born into the necessity of assuming nothing The choice of things training of things And the error and the exercise of Led by the desire of convenience or duties the distinction between The corrupt flees, kill those times Open the words to gentleness and pains The effort repelled by pain flees from rejecting Bound by flight blinded to gain And the flexibility of choosing Never be blinded by great and small consequences Matter is expedient, chosen are the present Praiseworthy pains, error and choice distinguish the times Indulged, may obtain pardon all is easy There is no escape from the finder To obtain troubles is blessed More severe than the necessities of life Let the free seek openness of the accusers Bear the consequence painstakingly accepted as it were, reason No one escapes - Undissolved hinders, leads with desire Pass through pass through caressings the blissful Work hard when choosing the present the result of life Born with nothing, hate training pleasure forsakes Everyone is blinded in wanting to know where it comes from Hatred, push back follow some little things Pain is a matter of service to the inventor Internal corruption release it prepare to find out accept by necessity Whoever abandons will achieve nothing clear view, from where? Methods the solution flexibility of the fault Run away and pleasure repels there is nothing to reject! The gall of the body, corrupted by the needs of the present The mind as a greater error afflicted with needs The rougher of the mind must either like to do it or accept it less The work of choosing but how many times and times of choice The forgiveness of things, those who come to be repelled The discomfort and discomfort of routine Practice further, bear the consequences do not flee Something that we can possess But how, but how ? Not freed from necessity by inventing Fall upon things, labors fall upon them Invents greater responsibilities No one escapes.
Have you written other cutters? Splitters? It would be cool to read some narrations of your writing processes. I know you painstakingly study poets of interest to you and you are post-cutting-edge in technique. Your language patterns are fascinating. Sometimes they are wound tightly with energy moving in different directions, word echoes. This one seems different, more distant, softer perhaps, less imagery, a touch of resignation from a constant argument with absurdity. See? This is what your work does in my brain
For a couple of years I was getting considerable number of variformed brain dumps that mingle-mangled with language -- which I took full advantage of.
working through what I call cutters was very helpful for expanding usage on extensivity of metaphor as well as counterflow.
I have tended to do different things with cutters depending upon what was given to me...